Release

 

Wind, take it away. Fire, let it burn. Water, wash over me. Cleanse me. Release me. 

The moment

Protect the moment. Protect the times. Remember gentleness when it mattered. Remember the good. In quiet days, those times will remain. 

Bloom

Today we live.

Even if we feel we can't, we still will. 

Because our story doesn't end here. 

A tree can lay dormant when the winter feels long and the ground feels frozen.

Focus on what is happening beneath it. 

It will always bloom, beautifully. 

A call

In a world where people don't have time for each other, thank you for calling. Chatting with you is a release and reset for me. Time flies listening to each other. There's no pretence or hiding. I can be myself with you completely. You're the only one who knows me. Thank you for listening to me. 

Clocks

 

Do you think clocks stop ticking, or does someone wind them up again to save them from death?

Love

My days have been filled with me trailing jasmine plants through the fence. It has taught me that love and tenderness are underrated in a world that prizes grand gestures. There is a quiet rebellion in knowing that tender, slow acts of love are actually what sustain us.

Furqan

Somewhere, some day, it's our last exchange of words. Our last conversation. Not even a proper goodbye. Because we thought there will be a tomorrow and we'll talk to each other again. It is correctly said that tomorrow never comes, because it's today. And you are so quiet. Say something please, one more time. I promise, I'll reply.